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The Piper In The Hills

THE PIPER IN THE HILLS

by Paul Bishop — September 21, 2004

If I had but a day in Erin
I’d spend my time in the hills
Listening for the piper
Between the fen and rills

High on a rocky outcrop he stands
A lone, solitary Celt
A whistle held gently but played with abandon
That I’ve not long heard or felt

The lament of his heart
The skirl of his tune
The fading of notes
And a day gone too soon

This Love

THIS LOVE

By Paul Bishop – 2006

I did not expect this love
I was wrapped up in my lonely doubt
Busy planning a life alone
Intimacy drying up in a desert drought

But then came the rains
Washing over my parched soul
Drops of love drunk up by my spirit
As if I’d never been whole

This love, my heart thunders
This love, pure and fine
This love, source of wonders
This love that wants mine

I Love You

Sunset of the Heart

SUNSET OF THE HEART

By Paul Bishop – April 4, 2005

I drove home into the sunset
Blinded by brilliance dancing in the skies
Red and orange glowed a fire
Burning a loneliness into my eyes

Once I had completed my trek
And retreated to my abode
I watched night blot out the light
Wishing I still was on the road

The long and lonely way to you
And at the end a flame
That brightly flaming love I have
Reciprocated once again

Holding you against all fear
Forging a path through the dying day
Feeling moonlight in your voice
And shining stars in your eyes

Love Me
Love You
Love Us
Love Two

If Atlas Shrugged

IF ATLAS SHRUGGED

By Paul Bishop – April 4, 2005

Like Atlas I try to bear the world
Unlike him, my shoulders bend and bow
My arms strain with the strength I do not have
Ultimately I will falter Continue Reading »

What Love Is This

WHAT LOVE IS THIS

by Paul Bishop – July 20, 2004

What love is this?
I’d like to know
Where does it start?
Where does it go?

I want to feel
It once again
Within my soul
But will it end? Continue Reading »

Pas De Deux

PAS DE DEUX

by Paul Bishop — July 13, 2004

Clad in a blanket always tossing
Dancing the edge of sweet oblivion
Nearing the brink of almost falling
From a height that I could never climb
I do not know what keeps me here
This living land where all else slumbers
Solitaire with a deck of cards
And sleeplessness in spades

I Miss You Haiku

I MISS YOU HAIKU

By Paul Bishop — March 28, 2002

I drove by your house
So unilluminated
Intelligence gone

Very few email
No “L, Me”, nor “Hi Sweetie”
Emptiness inside Continue Reading »